there?â
Immediately, a rifle roared like rolling thunder in the narrow confines of the alley and chips of wood splintered from the timber wall inches above Frankâs right shoulder. He was dazzled by the flash of the rifle but he fired, fired again. Ahead of him, a man cried out in pain and shock, followed by the sound of dragging feet.
Frank went after him, his boots clanking on the empty whiskey bottles that littered the alley floor.
The man at the entrance to the alley yelled again. âHere, stop the shooting!â
Frank thought he sounded drunk and ignored him.
The alley ended at the blank wall of a warehouse of some kind. Passageways led to the left and right, but a rickety tower of packing cases blocked the one to the right. Frank moved to his left. Between the rear of the store and the wall of the warehouse, the passageway was narrow, only a few feet wide. Ahead of him he heard a curse and a shadow moved awkwardly, as though a man had tripped and stumbled forward. Frank snapped off a shot, aware that he could have fired on some drunk whoâd wandered onto the scene. He heard a grunt.
A manâs voice said, âFor Godâs sake, mister, donât shoot me no more.â
âState your intentions.â
âDamn it, Iâm shot through and through. I donât have any intentions.â
âDrop the rifle and step forward,â Frank said. âAnd I warn you, I can drill ya from here.â
âHell, I canât walk. Iâm dying here. I need a priest.â The manâs voice was weak, barely a whisper heard in darkness. âYouâve done for me.â
âStay right where you are. I see any sign of a fancy move from you, pardner, Iâll cut loose.â
A louder voice came from behind him. âDonât shoot, Cobb. Itâs Sheriff Hinkle.â
Footsteps sounded as the lawman emerged from the gloom. He held a scattergun in his hands. âMrs. Kerrigan said somebody took a pot at her son. He got burned across the back, but heâll be all right.â
âI think the shot was intended for Kate,â Frank said. âSheâs been prying into Sarah Hollisâs murder and somebody in this town wants her dead. I plugged the shooter and heâs laying wounded right there ahead of us. Maybe heâll tell us something.â
âIs he out of it?â Hinkle said.
âHe says so.â
âNever trust a wolf till itâs skun, Cobb. You ever hear that before?â
âYeah, I have. All right. Letâs take a look. Keep the Greener handy.â
As Hinkle walked forward, his hands opening and closing on the shotgun, he said, âAny chance Mrs. Kerrigan might consider leaving Dodge real soon? And if that sounds hopeful, it is.â
âSheâs got the bit in her teeth over Hank Lowery,â Frank said. âOnce she proves him innocent, sheâll leave.â
âThen Iâll hang him sooner than I planned.â Hinkle turned and yelled, âOne of you men bring a lantern up here.â And then to Frank, âThen weâll go see who the hell you shot and hope he ainât a friend of mine.â
* * *
Reaching the wounded man, Hinkle took a knee beside him and held the lantern high.
âRecognize him?â Frank said.
âUh-uh. Never seen him before. Whatâs your name, feller?â
âAm I gonna die, Sheriff?â the man said.
âSeems like,â Hinkle said. âYou got two chest wounds and one of your lungs is sucking air. Best you make your peace with God.â
âMy name is Adam Cook. I was born and raised on a farm north of here before I fell in with low companions and came to this pass.â
âWho told you to shoot Kate Kerrigan,â Frank said.
âMan paid me fifty dollars to do for her. I followed her from the hotel and got my chance when she stopped to buy a cake. But the light was so bad in this alley I couldnât rightly see the gun
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